tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post115553324222912513..comments2011-10-29T05:40:11.754-07:00GIRL'S GONE CHILDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07130764109593048451noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-60549426284508507962011-10-29T05:08:48.144-07:002011-10-29T05:08:48.144-07:00I had similar experieces growing up - not the chocolate penis, but the attention because of my boobs, which &quot;came&quot; when I was 12. I was called &#39;Daisy&#39; because &#39;only cows have udders&#39;. I was groped, in front of teachers, and nothing was done about it. I was regularly propositioned by adult men from age 13 onwards and I was not ever dressed in anything other than pretty dorkish clothes! I ended up having the surgery when I was 29, after years of chiropractic, osteopathic and physiotherapy appointments together with hard core training of my back muscles all failing to a) avoid back and neck problems and b) have people look me in the eye (G cup). The operation was the best thing ever. I&#39;ve now just had a baby and am not able to fully breast feed. There is so much pressure to exclusively breast feed (and I understand why) but it feels a little lonely sometimes to not be able to. Your post really made me feel better and not so alone! Thank you!! PS - Bo and Rev are gorgeous!Annanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-35419581754025212382011-02-16T18:32:40.825-08:002011-02-16T18:32:40.825-08:00While I was reading this it really hit me hard, it was as if I was reading what had happened to me. I am only 18 now and last year was my senior year in high school and lucky me the summer before my graduating year I went from a C cup to a E cup. During my senior year as well I hadn&#39;t even had my first kiss mind you done anything else, yet somehow I became the &#39;easy&#39; girl in the school and my number was appearing everywhere. For months I would get daily messages from guy saying that &quot;I should have sex with them&quot; it was no longer a question if I even wanted to it was a statement. The last months of my senior year were the worst moments of my life. I am now in university and I really want to get a breast reduction but I am so scared, reading stories like this though helps me figure out what to do.Trista Nicolenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-30690383458934557642011-01-09T11:31:18.672-08:002011-01-09T11:31:18.672-08:00Oh my god - your high school experience is all that I have seen of California :( WTF is going on there?? I got my 36DD size when I was ELEVEN years old. That was a mind-f^%#. When I was that age, everybody at school was cool to me because I got them while I was on chemotherapy. By the time I was 16, my body was like I had given birth to and breastfed a family of 5. I have strech marks over 90% of my body, my boobs are the same size but sag. The second school I went to, where they didn&#39;t know my cancerous past, I was bullied and harassed every day, but not like you experienced! God! That makes me so mad! I have never thought about having reduction done, but I am both assuming/counting on them getting smaller once I breastfeed a couple babes. Thank you so much for sharing this. I wish you had visited my high school on your speaking circuit...Ester Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12142349121869839110noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-705285820809823052010-05-31T17:16:10.028-07:002010-05-31T17:16:10.028-07:00Wow, I can relate to your story. I grew up in a family of 5 generations of huge boobs. I was 16, a DD, 5&#39;0&quot; 118 pounds. I had a reduction at 21 and it was the best thing I&#39;ve ever done. My daughter is now 16 yrs, 5&#39;6&quot; 130 pounds and a 28HH. She&#39;s had to change high schools due to sexual harrassment...it has been a reallly bad year. I&#39;ve always told her that when she was ready, we would look into a breast reduction and she has finally made that choice. Luckily a long-time family friend is a plastic surgeon and is seeing us for a consult this week.gabbygirl10555http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775412819257508597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-88879672312310621292009-12-08T18:16:22.958-08:002009-12-08T18:16:22.958-08:00another thank you...a lot late, but i just found this via the dooce community. i&#39;m set to have my surgery on the 28th at the age of 22, free with insurance because i have back problems that no 22yearold should have. my back freaks out new chiropractors. they&#39;re like, what? how?you&#39;re too young! and i&#39;m like, BOOBS. yeah.<br /><br />i&#39;m 5&#39;4&quot;, 130-135ish, and have 34DDs on a very small frame. i was gonna ask for a C, you said ask small so i&#39;ll ask for a *small* C. <br />i am scared about not being able to wipe my own butt. i hadn&#39;t heard that one before! ugh i hope mine is not that bad. no way am i gonna let someone else wipe me. i&#39;d rather jump in the shower (once i can, that is). <br /><br />that being said, i&#39;m confident that this is right for me. it&#39;s my senior year of college. who knows what the future will bring--kids, i hope, but i&#39;m good with adopting too. i&#39;m not fretting over breastfeeding; my mom didnt really breastfeed me or my brother and we turned out alright. I&#39;ll be sad if i do lose sensation, but my boyf will just have to find another way of getting me in the mood ;-)<br /><br />i just can&#39;t wait to go out bra shopping. seriously. for once. i HATE it now, i pretty much just buy the same kind of minimizer over and over and over. i want *variety*!<br /><br />thank you for sharing your story. i hope to be able to blog some of my experience too, although i&#39;m nowhere near as good a writer as you!Shainahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04360504279408298017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-56828276878274620722008-12-17T14:08:00.000-08:002008-12-17T14:08:00.000-08:00Thank you for sharing this story!!! I went through all the same things as you did in high school and I hated it. I've not had a reduction yet and cannot wait for the day when I can. I want to have another child before doing so. Not so much because of the whole breastfeeding issue, although that's part of it, but because I want to avoid a second surgery. BTW, I was unable to breastfeed my daughter. I tried, God knows how hard I tried, and nearly had a mental breakdown because my body (my breasts) wouldn't do what they were designed to do. After all, when you're bigger the last thing you think is that you won't be able to breastfeed!!! What's the point of having these if they won't do what God designed them for?Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17851624245681072147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-85102279341797867792008-07-22T09:27:00.000-07:002008-07-22T09:27:00.000-07:00Talk to me sister!! I live in NC and just found out that I wouldn't have to drive to Atlanta to buy a bra at the store where I've been buying my bras for the last few years. This week the Nordstrom in Charlotte sold me a 34 I, as in A,B,C,D,DD/E,F/FF,G,H/HH,I - I'm practically in the middle of the alphabet! I've thought about having a reduction for years, but wanted to breast feed and have great nipple sensation that I'd hate to miss out on! ;-) Running and shopping would be so much easier. We'll see in a couple more years... It always amazes me with all these women getting implants that there aren't more clothes and bathing suits available! Maybe if I lived in CA... I too experienced the visciousness of teenagers, boys and girls AND was relieved when I had my son. As always, love your writing!Sonjanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-6721972293727604642007-09-03T05:34:00.000-07:002007-09-03T05:34:00.000-07:00coming a little late to this party, but i want to celebrate this line with you:<BR/><BR/><I>I had "slept with the whole school" before I even lost my virginity. I could hardly keep up with myself, the fiction of it all.</I><BR/><BR/>you are such a precise and evocative writer. you are capable of writing a whole novel with a few small strikes of the keyboard. thank you for sharing your talent with us. i feel lucky to "know" you and i savor every word you write.lauriehttp://www.leapdesign.com/upsideupnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-696625998925160572007-02-23T16:32:00.000-08:002007-02-23T16:32:00.000-08:00My sister sent me a link to your post because she knew I could relate. I have been at least a D since I was 16 and at one point was a DDD. I even recently lost 50+ pounds and only dropped to a DD! I hate not being able to buy a bathing suit in a department store. I hate that I wear a size 4 in pants but need a 12 in a shirt just to close the buttons. I have thought on and off about the surgery since my teenage years, but I have never had it because I don't know if I want to lose the opportunity to breast feed my future children. I admire your bravery and appreciate your situation. Thanks for sharing.alizanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1161394964821397932006-10-20T18:42:00.000-07:002006-10-20T18:42:00.000-07:00wow. i know exactly what you went through. i'm superfiancee's daughter. i'm 15 and have DDD breasts. life is so hard. i hate having large breasts. i cry myself to sleep more time than not. i only get attention from guys for my boobs. and girls get mad at me. like i'm just doing it to steal they guys or something. i get accused of stuffing my shirt a lot, they think i want these. i have physical problems as well as emotional, and i still have to wait 3 years before i can get the surgery. i hope you know what i'm talking about. my mom told me about this blog, and i thought "finally, someone i can rant to." if you have any advice or insight, it'd be much appreciated, since i still have along way to go.Lecallinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1157395724408036352006-09-04T11:48:00.000-07:002006-09-04T11:48:00.000-07:00This post sure deserved a PPA, that's how I found you and this entry was incredibly honest! I'm very glad that you're comfortable in your own skin finally. We all need that love and confidence.Wayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612877005524758207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1157275276935307762006-09-03T02:21:00.000-07:002006-09-03T02:21:00.000-07:00thank you for your honesty and opennessSallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01759963926280667938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1157213401548496062006-09-02T09:10:00.000-07:002006-09-02T09:10:00.000-07:00Here via the PP's. Wow. This was amazing.Mary-LUEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10270726693980247861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1157129612557081312006-09-01T09:53:00.000-07:002006-09-01T09:53:00.000-07:00It always shocks me how people can be so cruel to others. Those are horrible experiences that no one should have to endure.<BR/><BR/>"The times cannot be censored. It is what's on the inside that counts but it isn't so simple." I hope that more people educate their children not to cast stones against others because of appearances. It's an education process of teaching new generations to not be judgmental about how another person looks. To end the name calling, because no matter what a person looks like, others can always find something to be cruel about. <BR/><BR/>Having the ability to be comfortable with the outside can make the inside bloom. With no doubt, this post is perfect! Congrats.something bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997925420763913039noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1157122335653414462006-09-01T07:52:00.000-07:002006-09-01T07:52:00.000-07:00Came here because of the perfect post award. Congrats. :) Great post. I'm a C cup, so never had the horrors that you've described, but certainly had guys look at my boobs rather than my eyes. Not fun. I wish I were a B, and that my butt were a B, too. (It's a C+ ;) )<BR/><BR/>Anyway, thanks for this. My best friend had the surgery, and has also never regretted it. Another friend went from mosquito bites to a large C (she's TINY, so they look more like D), and she's never regretted it either. Love that about them both.Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13157692086581512656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1156400071958884022006-08-23T23:14:00.000-07:002006-08-23T23:14:00.000-07:00Anon man-yep a guy- said, "I wish men would wake up and understand on so much a deeper lever of human interest-I came here because I have a friend who could be any of your stories, but-unkn to me, may have decided not to do the surgical route- but your stories are so motivational- any feedback to me as to whether I ought-or not- share this blog with her? It's a friendship only, and I want her to have a better health/body experience- says she has been thru diets/personal coaches, programs et al, and nothing has helped. Ideas to wkpickett0154 at comcast.net Thanks- send your guys here to wake up- maybe some will. William.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1156172888566088882006-08-21T08:08:00.000-07:002006-08-21T08:08:00.000-07:00This is an awesome post. I wrote mine from the other side of the fence, but the truth is, I wouldn;t trade.<BR/><BR/>Beautifully written!Anne Glamorehttp://tinykingdom.ivillage.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1156044576083374442006-08-19T20:29:00.000-07:002006-08-19T20:29:00.000-07:00Inspirational post! I've been one to always want bigger but had a good friend go through something very similar to your high school years and she was so much happier after her breast reduction. Not nearly as evil though, kids can be crazy cruel and I'm sorry you had to go through that. Nobody should but I must say that's why we're really leaning towards homeschooling. <BR/><BR/>We can only hope to raise our little boys to always look girls in the eye no matter what.Mama C-tahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08153580411604684213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1155874320779605712006-08-17T21:12:00.000-07:002006-08-17T21:12:00.000-07:00you made this flat-chested girl realize that the grass is not always greener. Fantastic post sister.Emilyhttp://redwhineandboo.typepad.com/red_whine_and_boo/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1155870233334030872006-08-17T20:03:00.000-07:002006-08-17T20:03:00.000-07:00That was a beautiful post.<BR/><BR/>I'm sitting here with my 38 DD's and wishing that I could get a reduction, too. I know I would feel so much more comfortable in and out of clothes. Did insurance cover yours? If I can finagle a way to have insurance pay for it, I'm going to have it done.Stephanie T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543941319978259651noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1155853905124661902006-08-17T15:31:00.000-07:002006-08-17T15:31:00.000-07:00My god, your high school sounds like a fucking nightmare. <BR/><BR/>I know the hardship of having big breasts, and I applaud you for doing what felt right to you, and for your life.<BR/><BR/>You are beautiful. Inside and out.Alisynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00489246806486529834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1155797103262839162006-08-16T23:45:00.000-07:002006-08-16T23:45:00.000-07:00Must say I wish I could think of some physcial intervention that would give me the attitude adjustment to look in the mirror with the contentment you describe.mo-wohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827006226924201301noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1155776962269745772006-08-16T18:09:00.000-07:002006-08-16T18:09:00.000-07:00I was a 34DDD for so many years,went to a doctor to have the sugery after I got sent home from work (WORK!!!) for wearing a in-style shirt that three other women were wearing but I looked like a porn star in the shirt. I was told I could not breast feed if I had the sugery. I went home with my two big breast. Then I had two babies. My breast disappeared somewhere with the last one, he drank em gone. I am now a full C, without back pain. I relate to your story, but just last night I could not sleep, I kept trying to remember how my big breast went to the side when I layed on my back and how much I hated it.Amynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1155769974898861392006-08-16T16:12:00.000-07:002006-08-16T16:12:00.000-07:00Oh Bex, I know I'm responsible for that beer bottle part - oops. At least we're buddies now, I was such a beotch! Love you, xoxobrooke Marshallnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1155760661698371542006-08-16T13:37:00.000-07:002006-08-16T13:37:00.000-07:00Wow.<BR/>You don't know how much I prayed (and cried) for a son when I found out I was pregnant. For the same reason as you- I didn't want to give birth to myself because my junior/senior high school years were horrifying. I went through torture, and it wasn't because of my breast, it was because I wore glasses. Or braces. Or because they were just stupid. Who knows? I never asked...<BR/>I have a son. I couldn't have been more thankful.<BR/>I commend you on writing this. And don't apologize for making that decision, it made you happy, that's what counts.Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982noreply@blogger.com